on
the other side.

"Here, Sunny Boy, here's a sight for you," said Mr. Hatch mysteriously.
"What do you think of this?"

Sunny Boy bent down to look. There, in a hole in the ground, half-hidden
by the tall grass all about it, were four little furry baby rabbits!

"Bunnies!" and Sunny plunged his two hands down into the middle of that
furry bunch.

They snuggled closer, and their soft eyes looked frightened, but they did
not try to run away.

[Illustration: He lifted one of the baby rabbits and placed it in
Sunny's hands.]

"Where's their mamma?" demanded Sunny Boy.

"The mower scared her off," said Mr. Hatch. "Pick one up--you won't hurt
it--see, like this."

He lifted one of the baby rabbits and placed it in Sunny's hands. It
wriggled uneasily, and he let it fall back into the nest. Mr. Hatch and
Grandpa laughed.

"We'll leave them right here," declared Mr. Hatch kindly. "I'll mow
around the nest, but not very near, and I guess the mother rabbit will
come back to-night. Funny creatures, aren't they? Every year they have a
nest in a grass field, and every year I come within an ace of cutting off
their noses."

Sunny Boy and Bruce wandered back to the house alone. Grandpa was busy
overhauling more machinery with Mr. Sites, and Jimmie was still busy with
cabbages. Sunny was used to so much attention that he felt rather put out
when Araminta, sweeping the front porch, told him that Mother and Grandma
had taken Peter and the buggy and had driven to Cloverways.

"They said I could go next time," grumbled Sunny Boy, not a bit sunnily.
"Mother said so. 'Tain't fair."

"Don't say 'tain't," corrected Araminta, who was very careful of Sunny's
grammar. "Say it isn't fair. Only it is--how could you go when you were
down in the field with your grandpa?"

Sunny Boy felt that if Araminta had deserted him, there was no friend
left. He went on into the house and wept a little, curled up in the big
leather chair in the sitting room. He felt very sorry for himself.

But even a little boy whose mother and grandmother have gone away and
left him can not feel sorry very long when a June breeze is ruffling the
white curtains at the window and there is a whole farm ready and waiting
for him to come out and play. After a few big raindrop tears and a sniff
or two, Sunny Boy wiped his eyes on his "hanky," and decided that he
would be brave and cheerful and then perhaps his family would be sorry to
think how they had treated h